Thoughts on the Death of Little ChildrenA. D. F. Randolph, 1852 - 154 pages |
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... friends were there , and that I had a great interest in hea- ven , but I had no child there ! Now I have ; and I never think and never shall think of heaven , but with the memory of that dear child who is to be among its inhabitants for ...
... friends were there , and that I had a great interest in hea- ven , but I had no child there ! Now I have ; and I never think and never shall think of heaven , but with the memory of that dear child who is to be among its inhabitants for ...
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... friend who had lost an only son , " in your heavy trial . I have drunk deep of the same cup ; of nine sons , only one survives . From what I repeatedly felt , I can form an idea what you must feel . I cannot , I dare not say , weep not ...
... friend who had lost an only son , " in your heavy trial . I have drunk deep of the same cup ; of nine sons , only one survives . From what I repeatedly felt , I can form an idea what you must feel . I cannot , I dare not say , weep not ...
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... friends are around us by day and night ; not away from God : his presence fills immensity ; he is every where present . If an angel or the soul of a saint should take the wings of the morning , and dwell in the uttermost part of the sea ...
... friends are around us by day and night ; not away from God : his presence fills immensity ; he is every where present . If an angel or the soul of a saint should take the wings of the morning , and dwell in the uttermost part of the sea ...
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... him on the nursery floor , the paradise that was ever bright when he smiled within it ; hold them up , and ask him to throw away his harp , and leave the side of his new - found friends , and the bosom of his Saviour ; and would he come 45.
... him on the nursery floor , the paradise that was ever bright when he smiled within it ; hold them up , and ask him to throw away his harp , and leave the side of his new - found friends , and the bosom of his Saviour ; and would he come 45.
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... friends in heaven ? " is a question that I will not here discuss . It is to my mind obvious that the person- ality of each of us is to be preserved dis- tinctly in the world to come ; and whether the ties that are formed on earth are to ...
... friends in heaven ? " is a question that I will not here discuss . It is to my mind obvious that the person- ality of each of us is to be preserved dis- tinctly in the world to come ; and whether the ties that are formed on earth are to ...
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Page 122 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient!
Page 40 - PRAISE ye the Lord. Praise, O ye servants of the Lord, praise the name of the Lord.
Page 148 - But they are dead ; those two are dead ! Their spirits are in heaven !" Twas throwing words away ; for still The little Maid would have her will. And said, " Nay, we are seven !" * And all the summer dry.— Edit.
Page 71 - I have naught that is fair?" saith he; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child.
Page 147 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Page 123 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean, That cannot be at rest, — We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By...
Page 139 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Page 147 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother ; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Page 146 - I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.
Page 65 - TAKE them, O Death ! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own ! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, but that alone ! Take them, O Grave ! and let them lie Folded upon thy narrow shelves, As garments by the soul laid by, And precious only to ourselves ! Take them...